gluttony + theft + sewage=one awesome weekend

we had a three day weekend. so i went to trieste, italy to see this girl. (litzi)we went to the international food festival where we ate. see?
that sign says "eat 2, lose a kilo" i believe everything i read, so we took them on their word and used the logic that if you eat TWO and lose ONE, then you could probably eat TEN and lose FIVE. we had some of everything: macaroons from belgium...
endless cheeses from italy and france... (it was like litzi had radar for cheese samples)
some other things...
there were also some crafts from various countries.
veronica tried the irish guiness...
someone forgot to tell russia that this was NOT a yard sale.
note: check out that poster of stalin. it would match my lenin poster nicely.
i was so excited to see things i used to eat in russia. they tasted much grosser than i remember.
greek licorice chunks, that i mistook for giant lumps of coal...
mini-crepes with nutella!
or, for those who prefer to smoke their chocolate...those are the biggest krapfen brezen i've ever seen! (that's what she said.) it was like eating 5 donuts in a row, which i've always wanted to do, but haven't, knowing it would jeopardize my dignity.
apparently, this is the best that britain had to offer.
every country in europe was represented, as well as some asian and south american. but i won't post all the photos, you're probably already asleep as it is. just trust me when i say it was the most gastronomically pleasant day of my life.after eating roughly 80 euro of food (each) we rolled, i mean strolled to the coast of the adriatic to watch the sunset.
the next day we went to slovenia for the sole purpose of stealing apples...and figs...
and grapes."THIS is the border?" that's what i'm saying. or maybe i'm saying, "i don't KNOW how this plastic bag got on my head."


on monday, en route to switzerland, i stopped in venice. i've never wanted to go to venice, because i was convinced that it stinks. literally. but everyone said, oh no, it doesn't. guess what, liars?

it does.

(i am certain the entire sewage system of venice was backed up, which overflowed into the streets and forced the city to put out risers. some kids ignored the risers and walked around BAREFOOT in the foul smelling sludge.)

but look how pretty!
i was actually more excited about seeing this place than any old canal or gondola man. HORSE BUTCHER!!! HA HA HA!! yes, they eat horse. probably i have too, but i don't want to think about that.
hey, look! a cliche! i am such a sucker for cliches.

and then i got back on that train to milan, serendipitously ran into two of my coworkers, and had pleasant conversation all the way back to switzerland. home.